It is Easter Saturday 1996, at Sydney airport, and my first ‘overseas’ trip this year – and my first-ever holiday to our island state, Tasmania. Eddy is in tow. Upgrades in hand, we front up to the check-in counter at six am for the first flight of the day. Wouldn’t you know, it is cancelled. …
The picture of Annie on the front page of this story reminds me of an old black and white photograph of her as a three year old sitting cross-legged on the back lawn of our house in bayside Redcliffe. Growing up, I remember kids from the Far West Children’s Homes coming to Redcliffe for their …